~~A Few Days Later (Present)~~
I went to get Sherlock, from the place he was at, he had not realized it but I kept track of where he was, and he was in a northern village in France, that I had gotten him, for when he needed rest, or I had to talk to him, seeing the place, he was definitely using it, and since he knew French, he knew how to make a living here.
He was a bit surprise to see me, and I was surprised at how thin he looked, and I was glad I had stopped at the restaurant to get some food.
"What happened here?" I told him, and he still wore the shock on his face.
"I should say what are you doing here?" he said in a raspy tone, as if he had not spoken in a while, but by the state of the place it looked as if he ha not moved or bathed. And he dismissed my tone of trying to get him to clean.
"Sherlock, I think it is time for you to come back, I will get everything ready, besides the only office you need to worry about is the one in London, and we can get that one, but first I needed to tell you something very important alright?" I asked him but I could see he was very thin, and I set the small space of the table for two, and served him some food.
"By the way I still haven't gotten Sebastian, and I need to eliminate him other wise John is in trouble, wait why aren't you with him, he could be in trouble." He said more anxious this time.
"Eat and then I will explain everything." I told him, and he did he was starving but to stubborn to get up and get food.
After we ate, we had tea, and then we went to the couch and we had the talk.
"Fist of all, Sebastian is in a jail cell, there was never any threat form him, after I got back from Australia, I saw him in an empty house in front of baker street, I guess waiting for me or John, so I went up to him, and then I had injected him with an injection, after that he woke up in a cell, guarded by Mycroft's men, and I had him there all this time, and John right now is safe, and away from London, in a safe house if you will. But there is a bad news to all of this." I told him, and then he caught what I was about to tell him.
"No I saw him shoot himself, there was blood he died." He said trying to dislodge the fact that Moriarty was alive.
"You saw blood, but did you check his pulse? Besides how are you still alive? Miracles happen, but the explanation is that he hit the soft part in the back of the skull, he had a good aim, and no nerves were hit, and he survived, I saw his records from the hospital, before someone took him out secretly. The worse news is that he wants Sebastian out, but in return he wants you to know that the hit on him would be lifted, and I switched his attention to me, so you and John would be safe from him." I told him and at that his eyes almost looked like his eyes might come out of his head.
"No you wont be put in that situation not anymore, he is your weakness, you need to be strong, and hold still to that because he will burn you like he did to me." He said pleading.
"No I am stronger, and I can handle this besides I have leverage that no one ever had. Besides I think it is time for me to kill this game of his, and get everything straighten out." I told him.
"Fine but what about all the times he has won you out? Like the time you had given in to him and you slept with him?" he said.
"What are you jealous? Don't be, and that was only because he had drugged me that I had fallen into it, and I also needed it." I said and then I saw him go more pale then he was but then he gather his thoughts again and started eating again.
"Besides I am not jealous, I am just worried you'll screw everything and then have John killed along with me, I don't even know why it never crossed my mind that you might be a lier psychopath." He said now covering the worried expression of those words that might be true.
"I know that that little outburst was because your feeling unwell but your just sleep deprived. Besides I guess we just need to make you presentable for your reunion with John, and the rest of London" I told him.
"I feel fine here besides are we really stupid enough to trust in Moriarty?" he asked he had a point if it was not for the leverage I had on him.
"I guess in order to believe we have to risk everything," I told him.
We finished eating and we got him some new clothing in a boutique and then we got a taxi back to the flat.
I had put him to bed when he grabbed my hadn't and told me to stay with him, and I did because it was the least I could do, and he seemed to need the assurance that it was real.
~~~A Few Hours Later~~~
We woke up and he seemed to think it had all been a dream but then he realized that there was an extra source of heat, and he knew it was real, and the chance to see John was more real now then it had been last night, was all I could read in his face before he realized that we were in a position that would seem intimate.
"What did we do last night?" he said as he was trying to gather his thoughts.
"If you don't remember how should I, either way I would not tell you and leave you in suspense." I told him.
"Tell me it was nothing regrettable at least" he said.
"I just said I don't know, besides we were not dunk, you were just sleep deprived, you know I warned you that if you didn't take care of yourself it would not become beneficial to either John or you." I told him as I gathered my clothing, and went to the kitchen to put water for some tea.
After breakfast, we both got cleaned up, and left to hopefully never return, and we would arrive at London in a few hours.
After the light we where met by Mycroft, and we went back to Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson was glad to see Sherlock alive, and not dead, and we started the process, and I told Mycroft what needs to be done, and he did not like the idea of that.
He could be an ice man but he still cared for his little brother, and his happiness, he cared at least for family, and he was glad to see Sherlock alive even if I had to lie to him it was a very strange phone call he had received from me to pick me and another person up at the airport, and even stranger ride home an awkward ride seeing as he was the one to be left out in the loop of his brothers survival, but we told him to keep it a secret from John, until everything was safe.
He was not happy that Moriarty was still alive, and that we were setting free Sebastian Moran, to Moriarty, but it was for the safety of John and anyone that Sherlock knew. He was more mad that I knew he was alive, and that I was somewhat protecting him, in truth he was not going to know that I had let him live to kill him myself, not at least right now. Moriarty and I had an arrangement and we were going to go by it, and we both knew that in someway Sherlock would have faked his death, and we would have intervened had he not faked it.
~~~ three weeks later~~~
It was three weeks after we released Sebastian and we still had no news of Moriarty, but I had received a text from him saying that everyone was safe now that he was with Sebastian.
I went to get John from the apartment, and then we were on a flight back to England, and of course we had many flights, and aliases to sidetrack Mycroft from finding another safe house I had. Then we got in the familiar black car, but there was something wrong about the feel, and it was not until we got in and the doors locked that we knew it was the wrong car.
"Hi" went a singsong voice from the far end seat, and I could sense John tense in the seat next to mine.
"I thought I would tell you personally that I will be away for about six months, give you all the holidays and then some of peace before the next game starts, oh and please tell him I will be coming for him personally because he cheated on the game." He yelled the last part.
We arrived at baker street and we got off, while Jim and Sebastian left in the car, we saw that Mycroft was already in the flat, and John was already breathing in shallow breaths, as he thought that Sherlock would not be there since he still has no idea that he is alive.
We were about to enter when his hand gripped my arm, and I redyed myself for what was to come.
"You knew didn't you, that he was alive, that he was not the one dead on the roof top, he faked his death, and what exactly did he mean about someone cheating on a game?" he said as I saw rage in his eyes.
"John I think we should talk about this in the privacy of the flat where no one can hear us." I told him as he looked more angry then anything now.
"No, no you tell me what is going on right now!" he said yelling now.
"Lets go inside before I drag you in or drug you to make you go in." I told him in a firm voice and part of his anger subsided.
We went in and I also noticed that Lestrade was in and he knew already after he came looking for me he was surprised that he almost fainted, and this time he knew that Sherlock was never a fake, and he always believed that he was his true arrogant self and it was not any act any can portray.
I let John in and he looked confused as to why everyone was staring at him, then he saw that an extra pair of eyes that were the same sky blue, –– on a good day–– were looking at him and he felt rage, as Sherlock came next to him to give him a hug.
John took a swing at his arm and hit Sherlock in the face, partly to see if he was real and partly for making him believe he was dead.
"You bloody sod, how could you do this to me, its been almost three years that, that you died, and now you come, no I understand what he meant by cheating on the game, you fucking faked your death." John yelled, while on top of Sherlock but then leaning to give him a hug so tight Sherlock was struggling to breath.
After the reunion, Sherlock went back as if nothing happened and so did John, I on the other hand was preparing for the future once again because if I was prepared for all possibilities then chances where to go my end results. Six months was all I had, and February would be the last month with this family I had developed.